It was late one fall night at a fairground near town
  When Esther first saw the Armenian man
  Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
  With a bucket that swung in his hand
    His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
  And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
  And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle
  That flashed in his hollow eyed stare
    He said "Little girl, you can chop off my legs
  And then peel off my socks if you want to.
  But I'd rather you took this old puppet from me
  That I hold in my pail as we speak."
    And he stood looking down at the innocent girl
  And she stared at the bucket bewildered
  Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
  And a giant smile grew on his face
  She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resist
  And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church
  And she burst through the door with puppet held high
  And a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean
    Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob
  Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl
  The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch
  The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sack
  Through the window of the church a storm began to rage
  And Esther knew the time had come to flee
    She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance
  And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free
  But the wind was blowing harder
  And her skirt began to billow
  Until finally her feet began to lift
    And she rose above the people and the houses
  and the chimneys
  And Esther and the doll were set adrift
  Floating higher over the hills, and the valleys and treetops
  they'd flutter and glide
  Soaring and turning suspended on air
  With the earth far below them they'd tumble
  And dive through the clouds
    And she began to plummet earthward till she
  Landed in the nasty part of town
    She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men
  Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night
  Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the
  Puppet on her rump.
    Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behind
  A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited
  Till the dawn
  Cause it would have been a blunder to
  Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl
    When the morning came, she wandered through the streets
  Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town
  At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound
  It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down
    As Esther stood and shook her head
  The joggers were approaching
  And she knew she had no choice left but to swim
  As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide
  She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin
    Naked now she made her way toward the shore
  When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.
  And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its tiny
  Little arms around her ankle and wouldn't let her go.
    The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole
  As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep
  And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears
  As she drifted away to a tranquil
  And motionless sleep.